Prisoner-Paper Plane R.L POVRin POVPrisoner-Paper Plane R.L POV4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I met a boy my age at the place my father works.
Today I met a girl my age when I was wandering around the courtyard.
He looks like me.
She looks like me.
He was interesting to talk to.I received a paper plane,with words.A letter from him.
She was interesting to talk to.I gave her a paper plane,with words.A letter to her.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope he's there.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope she's there.
I have so many letters from him.I'm so glad I met him.He helps me forget about my illness...
I have so many letters from her.I'm so glad I met her.She helps me forget about my troubles...
I love him.
I love her.
Why does Father have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why does General have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why can't I see him anymore?I don't care!I'm still going to see him one
Drawings on the Wall “She still seems to be retreating.”Drawings on the Wall11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do the doctors know what it means?”
“Creatures, and monster, it’s all nonsensical.”
“How long was she there for?”
The girl sat on her cot in silence.
Nearly every inch of her cell wall was covered in dark markings. Some overlapped each other. Beasts with horns, and jagged teeth marched across the white backdrop. Words speckled the drawings in terrifying ways;
“Father,” “Forgiveness,” “Sanctuary,” and “Eyes.”
Nothing about the drawings themselves seemed right. Hatched from a mad mind, the monsters towered over small figures. Some, rabbits, others, what
Awkward Underwater RelationsShe does a crab danceAwkward Underwater Relations9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
while looking at those who swim
hoping that someone will understand
(no one usually does)
My call to the Mental Health Hotline.Hello, and welcome to the Mental Health Hotline.My call to the Mental Health Hotline.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you are incisive compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3456.
If you are paranoid, we know what you are and we know what you want. Stay on this line and we’ll trace your call.
If you’re delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen close and the small voice will tell you what number to press.
If you are depressive then it doesn't matter which number you press, no one will answer you.
If you are dyslexic, press 69696969.
If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the hash key until the beep. After the beep, please wait for the beep.
If you have short term memory loss, try your call again later.
And if you have low self-esteem, just hang up. All our operators are too busy to talk to
six steps to fixing youstep onesix steps to fixing you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cry. scream. bang your fists against the walls
that keep you locked inside.
kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupid
and wrong and that you've never loved her.
cry. scream. apologize via him to you.
let your tears catch on your lashes
until you can no longer see anything but your own
demise. taste the bitterness left in
your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.
break a mug. break two. kick
the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more.
break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl.
break a finger because nothing can take away this
sort of pain. you are empty and yet
you are filled with so much anger.
break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.
you are okay, you tell them.
you break three days later and you lie
in bed, unable to move.
start picking up the pieces. clean up the mess
you've made and he's left.
use windex to polish off the dirt and
The KrakenThe Kraken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
BlessingMy father strangled a birdBlessing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quietly, calm as gravity,
there in the garden. He bent
as if praying to the torqued wing
reddening his hand.
The night hunkered down on the screaming
wildness, on the kicking legs, the abrupt
and awe-filled silence. I watched him
watch the beak open, close,
like rippling lake water.
I loved him, the mercy
of his heavy knuckles, the kindly
He closed the beak like a priest
closes the eyes.
I Wanna Die TonightShe said, \"I wanna die tonight. This night is perfect for it. The stars cry for me already. They don\'t know that I\'m still here. So there is no point in staying. The sky is screaming for it. I wanna die tonight. The time is right for it.\"I Wanna Die Tonight12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He said, \"You don\'t wanna die tonight. Look out at the moon. She shines a different light. She knows your true power. She shines for you still. You live for it. You don\'t wanna die tonight. The night is when you truly live.\"
She said, \"I am death tonight. The night is when the pain comes out. The night is when it\'s dark. I come alive, but realize who I really am. I am that darkness out there. Not the moon, or the stars. I am the deep, dark black. I am death tonight. This is how it must be.\"
He said, \"Take me with you. The world is begging for it. Take me away into that deep dark nothing. Where it doesn\'t hurt or burn or sting. Take my tortured soul into the night and fly away in the sky. Take me with you. Take me out of this life.\"
MiseryMisery4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Athalia VanRogue
Nick Names: Misery
Gender: All female, baby. *Winks*
Human Age: 23
Immortal Age: Uhhh old? >.<
Hair: Strawberry Blonde
Eyes: Ocean light blue
Glasses or contacts:
Skin tone: Pale
Body Structure: I'm hot. *giggles*
Scars: Just on my hands
Pricings: My bellybutton and tonger
Mental/Physical Disabilities: I'm a bitch ><
Origin: It was a small town called The Illusionist. It was a little bit before Atlantis
Species: Half angel, half illusionist, half goddess
Languages Spoken: A lot. *laughs*
Supernatural Powers & Abilities: A little here, a little there.
Sexual Origination: Straight
Children: Leah, Rohan, & Kelsey
Spouse Or Girl/Boyfriend: Luke
Siblings: Only child
Parents Or Foster: Isa & Aaron
Friends: Aila, I
The Fox and the Hound drabbles1. FriendshipThe Fox and the Hound drabbles7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"We'll always be friends, won't we?" In the days and months to come, when Copper would learn how to hunt and Todd would pretend that the odd pain inside of him wasn't there, 'always' would seem much shorter then it had when the hound was just a hopeful puppy and the fox would tug his ears. But all that mattered in that moment when the world was a playground and being in a trail meant curiously following a scent was that Copper was Todd's best friend and Todd was Copper's and no one, not even Big Momma or Chief, would ever change that.
If it had been in a dream, it would have been simpler. Todd could be standing on one side in front of him and the master on the other, and then Copper could follow one path or the other completely guilt free. But the hound never had that dream, instead he had trail behind both, sometimes running towards Todd and sometimes toward the master. But the road got wider and wider and eventually branched, one to the left and one to the rig
Hard Words Had Come and NestedHard Words Had Come and Nested5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hard words had come and nested in my hair,
and so I cut it short, I cut it off.
But then they flew and flew around my head,
a little swarm of hurt I could not bear.
I raised and waved my hands like one gone mad,
and knew this would not do. This would not do.
I grew my hair again and wore a scarf.
I drew it tight, a knot beneath my chin.
The hard words could not make their nests again,
but I could often feel them clutch and claw
and worry the cloth, and in time I said
"Enough!" My hair was long, I loosed the knot,
I tossed the scarf away. The words fell down,
to seem so small and sad and tired on the ground.
Pmd Japanese-English操作中心 , view cnt bonePmd Japanese-English2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
上半身, upper body
上半身２, upper body2
上半身３, upper body3
前髪３, front hair3
前髪２, front hair2
前髪１, front hair1
後髪, back hair
下半身, lower body
EverScript. Chapter 1.Dai's room was messy as always, and the floor reverberated in time with the bass of the music he was playing. Rikki had to shout in his ear a few times to get his attention and she grinned when he hurriedly turned down the volume.EverScript. Chapter 1.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who was that?" She asked, enchanted by the music that was now coming at a reasonable volume from his speakers.
His green eyes showed his shock. "They're the newest hot band."
Rikki pursed her lips and shrugged. "Don't know them."
Dai groaned and sat heavily on his bed. "EverScript? Have you even heard of them?"
Rikki shook her head innocently, an abashed smile on her face. "Sorry. Finals were hell and I'm still trying to figure out if I wanna go to university."
"Rikki, they came out a year ago. And the deadlines for applications passed a few months ago." Dai sighed in exasperation.
"Really?" Rikki cried out, and she slapped her forehead. "Stupid me. I knew I should have looked at that before!"
Dai raised an eyebrow. "And why didn't you?"
Rikki blushed scarle
Tanka Series 91.Tanka Series 96 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
carving melon pulp
from the rind
the last little mess
of your memory
at the university
the last red condom
up all night
friends and I trade tanka
from a distance...
same old spring frogs
in the creek bed
just when I've learned
to move on
your electric green socks
in the bottom drawer
at the amusement park-
one by one
skipping stones race
from an old lover
for the man I was
five years ago
tv ads promise
"Increased Penis Size!"
in fine print
a few words
on liver failure
a photo of Dad
in his varsity days
that I would only inherit
from all humanity
this rusted hubcap
covered with weeds
in a single wave
my old neighbor hums
old sword masters wrote
at dawn, a few
NotesMy home of cirrusNotes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clouds and the cosmos
pinches the delicate
little silver chain
and my home is tilted
like a lung it's breathing
a Celtic song of the forest
a song of itself singing
I say that the celestial and the causal
is the natural
and the cause of causes is the house of houses
and when we find the answer, it will seem so obvious
in a young countryOur people surrender to depression with elephants in their poetry,in a young country4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the suicide machines built like the helmets of astronauts
more or less proving god's absence in their wake.
We've perfected the technology to photograph an airplane
bending at the moment of impact. This is the world we were given.
In our books the bodies fall upward and nobody prays. We're left
watching spines stand and drift into an exodus of hands in a video
of unsinkable buildings. Our state is overpopulated with expositions
of the ache that some get while staring at the sky. The folk music
of our planet's oceans can no longer lessen this place's collisions,
all of the metal in our bodies is homesick,
all of these geese stayed behind and froze to death in the park.
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r